Pinned down a maid

Suddenly, something occurred to her when he uttered the last sentence, "But my clothes…" 

She looked down at the shirt she was wearing. It was Ryle's shirt which he had put on her when she was in a hazy state of mind. 

As for the gown she had worn yesterday, it was torn beyond repair by the man in front of her. 

"Here," Ryle placed the bags in his hand on the coffee table. 

"I heard Benjamin's voice earlier."

Ryle took a seat beside her, "He was here to deliver the clothes." 

Daisy let him pull her into his arms and play with her hair, "You don't seem like as much of an organized person that you are…" 

"I am not an organized person in any way. I only want to organize everything well for you so you have to worry less about insignificant things."